I’m bathing in irony as I sit down to write this over-due piece about bells and
whistles, but mostly bells because whistles aren’t trending RN.
Awkies-teen-Dale vowed never to let a bell-bottom, tattoo choker, wedge heel or bandana crop top near her wardrobe as long as she could remain hormonally balanced and living miles away from her infamous home town. Alas, here I sit; a zit-free-Capetonian with a penchant for purple bells, chokers, witch hats, Stevie Nicks and the spice girls.
I styled said bells up with a petal-sleeved 70s-inspired top, wedges (god forbid) and a wide-brimmed coven-queen hat. Rad yeah? My future self will love it mkay????